Ive never thought of myself as a Type A personality. However, when the dude passed me on the bike trail, GAME ON! Who care if I was on a heavy 25 frame, cheap Chinese (Taiwan, not those Chi Com bastards!) road bike and he was on a $2,000 + Specialized with a frame that weighed less than half a bag of cotton candy? What difference does it make (sorry Mrs. Clinton) that he had at least 35 years on me (Dear God, if I had known I was gonna live this long....well, you know)? He must have heard me coming up behind him (probably an AF wienie from the looks of him) after a couple of miles because he glanced back and saw me descending on him at flank speed (ok, ok, docking speed) with spittle flying from my lips. As I reached him and collapsed on the side of the trail I had the satisfaction of seeing him stand up on his pedals to pump in order to stay ahead of the geriatric Type B personality who was obviously off his meds. YES!!!! PASS ME AND DIE!!!!! YOU FEEL LUCKY TODAY, PUNK??????.........gawd where did I leave that Aspercreme?
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 19:18:19 +0000
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